Stupid Sundays. I never seem to have accomplished a pleasing enough amount to go to bed at a reasonable hour on Sundays. This is more due to my incredible ability to waste time than anything else. Earlier this week Noel and I were discussing how we missed the fun we had last year.

Then on Tuesday I went to kareokee; odd coincidence in my opinion. Last night I was supposed to go out with some people, but never heard from them. I thought I looked too good to stay home by myself,

so I went to the Cellar and found some of my other friends -- it's very unlike me to be able to convince myself to go out alone. I also had my usual couple of ballet classes this week, before and after which I tend to waste even more time. Plus I went to two almost three hour movies this week. I highly recommend Munich.

I just get so distracted when I'm home that I feel useless. I feel like getting out and doing something is at least less of a waste of time.